There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun,
And it's been [bad word] of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor,
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a ga-amblin' man
Down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a ga-ambler needs
Is a suitcase and [bad word] 
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a [bad word] 

< Electric organ solo by Alan Price >

Oh, mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done -
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Ra-aising Sun.

Well, I got one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train,
I'm goin' ba-ack to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun,
And it's been [bad word] of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one.